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On the way back, overwhelming news of victory was being delivered everywhere in Shadowmoon Valley.

It seems that half a month has passed, and Highmaul and Blackstone Foundry have been captured one after another. This is indeed worthy of celebration. In order not to disturb people's interest, Nathanos quietly returned to Moonfall. During this period, he noticed some Dark Rangers

Also among the celebrants. While people were dancing around the bonfire and beer, Nathanos ducked into Sylvanas' tent. His arrival surprised and delighted the female elf.

"Have you solved the problem?" Sylvanas looked at him curiously.

"Well." Nathanos walked over to her and sat down, and found that she was assembling a bow and arrows. "Why don't you celebrate?"

"There has to be someone who can't let their guard down, right?"

Although the light was dim, she could still see Nathanos' guilt about himself and worry about the current situation fiercely fighting on his face.

"That day..."

"We shouldn't say those words, right?" Sylvanas wanted to ask what Nathanos gained from acting alone, but she decided to keep some secrets from each other. Maybe one day he would take the initiative to tell her.

Nathanos nodded, "I don't want you to get involved. If I hurt you because of the trouble I caused, I will be very painful."

Sylvanas put the assembled arrows into her quiver and raised her head to look at Arthas, carefully examining his face in the dim candlelight. For Nathanos, his focus and determination made him stand out.

She always felt safe. But in contrast, he also sealed her heart tightly, making Sylvanas feel that he was far away from her, as if he was thousands of miles away.

"Nathanos, I have a question for you."

The Wither One was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"What would you do if one day - I mean if - if I died?"

Thinking of her tone just now, Nathanos choked up, "There will never be that day." He promised, "I will never allow this possibility to exist."

"Even you have accidents that you can't control. Answer me, what would you do?"

Nathanos didn't know how to answer for a while. He and Sylvanas looked at each other. For some reason, it was difficult for him to look directly at her.

Why would Sylvanas ask such a question? Even Nathanos doesn't know what will happen to him if she dies.

I will definitely despair. Nathanos can only think of this answer, but he understands that the actual situation will be much more terrifying than the word 'despair'. He will let everyone see his anger, even Azeroth

Si can't stop him.

And there was another idea that almost made Nathanos go berserk. If Sylvanas died, he would use the most powerful dark power to resurrect her, making her like him, and they could be together forever.

Crazy! Nathanos felt that he must be crazy to have such a damn idea.

"Sylvanas..." He tried hard to say something, but felt that his throat was suddenly constricted, preventing him from saying another word.

For a moment, he felt himself collapse, and reality completely overwhelmed him. It turned out that he was so fragile, and as long as he was not good for Sylvanas, he would become vulnerable.

Azerite surged into his body, making him feel the rapid beating of his heart and difficulty in breathing. His consciousness was a little blurry, and he vaguely saw Sylvanas putting her hand on the back of his hand. Then, he took a deep breath.

Taking a breath, he turned to her, hugged her tightly, and kissed her with all his strength. He was able to successfully find the buttons on her clothes and peel off the coverings from her delicate body...

Maybe one day, Sylvanas will die in his arms, but not today. She makes it difficult for him to let go, and also makes him extremely worried.

"I don't want to think about this!"

He lingered in the fragrance of Sylvanas.

"Help me forget it!"

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"The Great Chief."

Many people died!

"Chief Hellscream?"

The Iron Horde is losing ground.

"Hell roars!"

Grommash opened his eyes. The heat was lingering in the steel house. Just like usual, whenever he woke up, the first thing he did was to hold the weapon. However, he realized that Gorehowl was not in his hand now.

My hands were empty.

The voice outside sounded again. "Grommash Hellscream!"

He jumped up suddenly and recognized the voice outside the door. The chief thought it was impossible for a moment. How could there be Gul'dan's voice in his camp?

There was a lot of movement outside. Grommash heard the voice calling him again, and this time it would not be wrong again!

That warlock actually dared to come to see him!

Grommash stood up and put on his gloves.

The door was opened, and he saw the green figure. What shocked him was that he seemed to see a weapon behind Gul'dan - Gorehowl.

…

On Kil'jaeden's throne, Grommash was bound to the edge of the cliff by the power of evil. Ironically, there was a huge demon skull in front of him. Hellscream would never forget the name of this demon - Mannoroth.

A few months ago, he helped the orcs escape from the control of the Burning Legion, but now, his people are willing to sacrifice themselves to the demons, especially after he witnessed it all with his own eyes.

Those...cowards!

Two irregular footsteps made him raise his head, and he saw Gul'dan walking behind, but he had never seen the figure in front of him. This man did not smell like a devil, but Gul'dan bowed to him.

Grommash understood, "It seems that Gul'dan betrayed more than just his people."

"He just chose the right path." The Sinslayer looked down at the majestic warchief a few months ago. "Everyone has his own destiny, just like Kilrogg, doesn't he?"

"I will never... give in." Hellscream roared. This was a true roar, and no voice could be as loud as this.

"Your will is really admirable, but it's a pity that you are living a lie."

"Lie? The Iron Horde is composed of pure-blooded orcs, and we did not become slaves."

"Really, but what if Garrosh lied to you from the beginning? He is his son..."

Grommash found it unreasonable. Garrosh sacrificed his life for the Iron Horde. This could never be for a lie. However, the next thing the Sinslayer took out made Hellscream have to reconsider his words.

That fragment of time was what Garrosh used to let him see the future fate of the orcs.

Are those all lies?

"Garrosh is really smart. He knew that if you were asked to fully witness the history of the orcs, you would definitely hesitate, so he only showed you part of it." The Sinslayer placed the fragment on the ground, "Lies,

There will eventually be a time when it is exposed.”

Grommash had witnessed the fate of the old tribe until Ner'zhul betrayed his people. After that, he thought that the orcs had no hope. At least Garrosh only let him see so much. And this time...

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But time moved on. An orc who was raised by humans was raised to participate in competitive fighting. Those humans even named him Thrall. Soon Thrall had the idea of ​​​​escape, and then he got rid of the humans.

They found the remaining tribesmen, including Hellscream. Together they formed a new tribe and fought against the Burning Legion. During this period, Hellscream and Mannoroth died together in order to save all the orcs...

After a long time, the Horde and the Alliance were in opposing camps, but whenever they encountered a powerful enemy, they would unite together. Until Garrosh became the warchief, the war between the Horde and the Alliance completely broke out.

Grommash saw his son's brutal behavior. In the end, he betrayed all his relatives and was completely defeated. He couldn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it. There was a thought in his mind: Garrosh, what happened to you when you went back to the past?

In order to save his tribe, or for his own revenge.

If he had witnessed everything, maybe he wouldn't...
Chapter completed!